The other day I walked out into the peak district of Yorkshire England, just outside of Sheffield. Myself, Nat, Isaac, and Andrew, whose house I’ve been staying at this week. The sun was going down, the majestic sky turned gray and it started to rain, sheep were scattered about as we walked up this green hilly mountain trail. It was like we were walking in a Disney film. If it wasn’t raining you may catch some nuns in training singing, “The hills are alive…” The peaks are one of the U.K.’s largest Nation (or Royal parks). You could look out and not see another person. Just us, the Rain, the heather in bloom, and the sheep. It was kinda like in Montana. In fact, on the way up I said, “Man this is God’s country.” Isaac went on to tell me that Yorkshire actually has a saying like that. Makes sense, I thought.
It was getting darker and raining more, so I asked if we should turn back, but Isaac basically told me we were there. Finally, we made it up over the top of this ridge. In the rain, you could see this entire green valley, the lake (lady bower) down below. The vastness could give you goose bumps–it was amazing! We looked out for a few moments in silence. I couldn’t help but shout, “I love you GOD!” We then huddled up and prayed together. Isaac had pocketed bread and wine from their house, so we had a little communion up on the mountain. Later, on the way down Natalie informed me that that spot, where we had communion, was where Isaac proposed to her some years back. It was one of their favorite places, and Andrew and I got to share that with them and partake in communion. What a day!
